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Welcome! My name is Mrs.G and I started this blog so people could share in my mis-adventures in wedding planning. I married my southern gentleman on September 6th, 2009. Throughout our courtship I became enamored with everything southern and desperately want to become a steel magnolia.
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Monday, May 17, 2010

They call me Grace.

Saturday night I decided I was going to surprise my hubby with a romantic evening. I took my time getting ready, took a nice long shower, tried on different lingerie choices, put on some make up and did my hair. I even went as far as to clean the bed room.

With candles lit, the mood was set. The anticipation of Hubsy coming home was great and I couldn't just wait around, so periodically I would go back in the bath room and fiddle with my hair, maybe spritz some more perfume on, I wanted to look perfect. On my last ill fated trip to the bathroom I was walking kind of briskly, I took on step on the cool tile floor and was DOWN.

Yes, I face planted.. hard. It wasn't even one of those where as you are loosing your balance you think "woah I am going to fall woah." No, this is was one second I am up right and the next I am in a heap of despair. You would have thought I was in the matrix and I was just unplugged. I think I hit the cabinet doors, which did not break my fall as you might think, they actually hurt worse than they floor. I swore that I gashed my leg open on the air vent because it was throbbing and stinging. Great. I thought to myself, my husband is going to come home to a sexy letter on the front door that says "come upstairs, I have a surprise for you." to find me in scantly clad in lingerie and in a pool of my own blood. Not the surprise he probably had in mind.

I was scared to open my eyes but I had to because my pup was freaking out. If she were to have been any closer to my face she would have been licking my temporal lobe. I could hear her inner monologue "MOM ,MOM, MOM, ARE YOU OK!?!?! MOM, MOM, MOM, ANSWER ME!!! I CAN'T CALL 911, I DON'T HAVE THUMBS, MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! but I did and I assessed the situation, No blood, awesome, starting to move my body and I don't think anything is broken, bonus. As I crawled my way back to the upright position the ache sat in, So I took 2 alive and limped my way to the bed. Thank Goodness Hubs wasn't home for about another hour, I had time to recuperate.

I hurt real bad Sunday morning, after the alive had worn off. I still feel like I was in wrestling match with a walrus. Walrus 1 Mrs. G 0


  1. It always works that way! Falling sux! Gald you're feeling some better.

  2. he....hehehe......hahahahaha... OKOK i'm sorry. we need another girl seseion soon... minus the focus of the evening... i hope you temporal lobe is squeeky clean. Go dot!

  3. Poor girl!
    I feel your pain I had one of those sexy nights planned and I faceplanted while wearing slutty heels.

    I put my sweats on after that and called it a night.